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Jack has spent his life as an outcast, suffering from a rare condition that keeps him from reaching the Colossal BMI standard of his world. Ridiculed and shunned, he loses everything, his family, his purpose, and his will to fight. But just when he hits rock bottom, fate takes an unexpected turn.

Unwillingly transported to a realm of magic and steel, Jack finds himself in a world where his so-called "condition" is the norm. Here, strength isn't measured in size alone, and for the first time, he isn't seen as weak.

As he navigates this unfamiliar land, forging friendships and uncovering hidden truths, Jack faces a choice: return to his old world and seek vengeance on those who wronged him or embrace this new home where he finally belongs.

Will he let go of the past or let it consume him?

The Legend of Jack the Colossal

Time passed, and on an otherwise ordinary day, a loud knock echoed through the wooden door.

Could it be Xanthe? I wondered. Had she finally decided to return after all this time?

Mother opened the door, and to my surprise, it was not Xanthe but someone entirely different, a towering Colossal with a coarse, hairy chin. It was the first time I had ever seen a male of our kind. He was unlike Mother and Xanthe in every way. His hair was shorter, his frame broader. In truth, I bore more resemblance to him than to them.

"Good day," he announced in a deep voice. "I have been sent by the king to deliver this letter, written personally by His Majesty."

He then unsealed the rolled parchment with a practiced hand and began to read:

"I, Titus, King of all Colossals and sovereign ruler of Caelum, summon Rhea and her son to the royal castle by the season when the leaves fall from the trees."

After reading, he cast a long, scrutinizing gaze at me, his eyes sharp, assessing. Then, without another word, he turned and mounted a massive dark beast, its hooves pounding the earth as it galloped away with the swiftness of a gazelle, if not faster. A horse…I realized. Just like the ones Xanthe had spoken of.

I had only ever heard of King Titus through the books Mother read to me. Thinking back, he seemed to be her favorite ruler of Caelum. She would often smile while recounting his tales, and in time, he had become one of my favorites too. By the age of thirty, he had conquered every continent in Caelum, overthrowing rival rulers and taking their lands and treasures as tokens of his triumphs. Unlike his ancestors, who had ruled only fragments of Caelum, he had unified the entire realm under his dominion, making history as the first true emperor.

And now, he had summoned us to his castle.

I should have been elated, my idol had invited us to his court, but the question gnawed at me: Why? What could the most powerful king of our time possibly want with a mere servant and her son?

The more I thought about it, the less I understood. I realized then how little I knew about my mother's past. Until Xanthe had mentioned it, I hadn't even known she was once a servant. To me, she was simply the woman I had always known, the one who had raised me in the depths of the woods, far from the life she had once lived in the city.

CHAPTER 3: THE KING'S SCROLL